After ending the fiscal part of my sojurn I toured the Moma, where I wasn't much entertained, the ICP where I loved the lush giant photos by Caio Reisewitz and stark recently-found ones of John G Moore's views of France in the summer of 1944, and beautiful Spencer Finch's colored panels at the Morgan (not worth $12, but viewable for free).
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For dinner we went to Robert in the Museum I knew as Huntington Hartford's folly on Columbia Circle on the advice of friends. We couldn't get window seats (hugely recommended but greatly over-rated) but had a drink and gawked. And then had in order:
- an amuse ("sent out by our chef" sure!) of hummas with thin frites which Colette said were "Yuck."
- a ceviche of scallops on slices of waterwelon which was/were OK
- a tomato-cherry gaspacho with moussey-things that Colette loved and she predicted (correctly) I would not
- mussels with ham
- grilled octopus with crispy but salty chorizo and
- an almond peach cake concoction.
Our bill - leaving out the imbibations we had becauce we were celebrating an upcoming heart-felt event - with a bottle of wine, no bottled water and no coffee, would come to about $130 before tax.
Go? Look, We lived in New York, on the West Side for 25 years - the view not much, the food not much, the price not much (of a much).
